The Reincarnation Of The Emperor

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Marseille is the second largest city in France and has a diverse mix of residents and cultures. Historically, the economy of Marseille was dominated by a port belonging to the French Empire that connected the North African colonies of Algeria, Morocco and Tunisia with Metropolitan France.

Old Port as the old port was replaced by Port de la Joliette during the Second Empire and now contains restaurants, offices, bars, as well as hotels and mostly serves as a private marina. The oldest district, Le Panier. So does the stunning Notre Dame de Major cathedral overlooking the sea. It is the most beautiful city that France has had to this day.

An athletic young man lies weak, after a fierce battle against allies helps his beloved country as the best military man in France. Pierre Boulanger's favorite son, from a family of bakers in the most beautiful city, was still in a semi-conscious state.

"How is my son Doctor?" Pierre looked at the doctor who was treating his favorite son.

Doctor Patrick took a deep breath, "Just pray for the best sir, I hope your son will be fine."

Patrick leaves Pierre in the hospital. The middle-aged man who works as the most delicious bread maker in his city, can only see resignedly from behind the door through a small glass.

"Wake up son, I don't want you to get hurt this badly" Peter bowed to a chair not far from where he was standing.

From a distance, the voice of Lady Pierre hurriedly passed through the hall alone, "how is my son Pierre?"

Pierre could only endure the sadness from the look on his face, "He was still unconscious, dear. I told you from the beginning, I didn't approve of him leaving for a conflict zone, but you still allowed him. What if she leaves us, I won't be able to take Anelle."

Anelle could only take a deep breath, "Go back to the shop, I'll keep her here. I don't want him to hear your regrets, as if he's gonna blame me."

The beautiful, gentle woman, sat next to Pierre. It was obvious that the face was full of anxiety, after hearing from the military commander, about the condition of his son lying weak while being taken to the hospital.

"How are the other military forces doing, are they in the same condition as my son?" Anelle glanced at Pierre.

"Let's go, I hope they're okay. It looks like two people were shot, but they were taken to a different hospital. Did you see the tight guard downstairs?" Pierre convinced himself.

"Hmmm, yeah. I saw this hospital being heavily guarded by special forces" Anelle gave her husband a packet of bread and a cup of coffee.

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The door of the treatment room was wide open, "Miss, are you a family of Master lying in a coma inside?" A young nurse approached Anelle and Pierre.

Anelle rushed to her feet, "Yes, he's my son. How, is it conscious?"

The nurse bearing the name Solenne brought Anelle to meet her son, "Please Mistress. Your son has already started to move his hands. He sometimes called the name of the Frithestan. Is that his father's name?"

Anelle knitted her eyebrows together, "My husband Pierre Boulanger, we don't know any frithestan." she said.

"Yes-yes-yes, maybe your son is dreaming. Madam, can I request her data?" Solenne grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.

Anelle glanced at Pierre, "Don't you guys know about our son?"

Solenne was surprised not to understand, "You mean Madam?"

Anelle snorted dejectedly, "My son is a military saved state. Didn't you see the gunshot wound lodged in his body?"

Solenne refused to continue his question. He chose to leave the treatment room, so as not to disturb the patient's condition, "Sweet, I just came in. Just this time there were people who were unwilling to give themselves data as usual," he grumbled as he left the room.

Anelle approached the beloved son, clutching tightly the fingers of the best son of the country man, "Wake up son, don't do this. Mommy's worried."

The two middle-aged men hugged each other, "What about the cost of the operation yesterday, dear. Is the money enough?"

Pierre nodded, "At least the insurance will be liquid and our son guaranteed by the state. Hence it is closely guarded by the central military."

Anelle nodded in understanding, "Pierre, what if our son does not manage to be saved. Look at this, his face was bruised, even opening his eyes he was unable to," his cry broke upon seeing the handsome face of his beloved son filled with bruises.

Pierre stood up, staring fixedly at every wound that imprinted on the son's body.

Tok tok, tock,

A two-star General breaks into the treatment room with the best doctor in the hospital. They approached Pierre and Anelle who were sitting beside the body of a handsome man who was lying weakly.

"Good day sir, this is General Herald Tribune. He brought your son here" explained Doctor Patrick.

Pierre approached the Herald, shaking tightly the hand of the General who saved his only son, "Thank you sir, you have saved my son," he bowed respectfully.

Herald gently touched Pierre's arm, "Please keep your son's identity a secret, because he became an ally's target. I hope you can work with us."

Anelle heard, standing right beside her husband, "Don't make our son your bait, we're just ordinary people, we don't know what."

Pierre clasped tightly onto Anelle's body, "Please baby, our son protected them. I'm sure your son will be fine, if we always take care of him."

General Herald nodded, "Doctor Patrick is the best doctor and he will inform us of your son's condition. I hope you will cooperate with the Union to do as our country commands."

Pierre and Anelle nodded in understanding, they looked back at the body of their beloved son, who knew what was raging in their heads.

"What he hides, until he becomes an ally in the war. I'm afraid baby, I'm afraid our son is threatened" Anelle cried in Pierre's arms.

Doctor Patrick smiled, comforting both parents of the patient, for him safety and confidential data must be maintained, for the safety of the best patients officially protected by the military unity of the country.

"All right, I'm sorry. Escorts will continue to run on each floor. I hope you don't leave your beloved son here alone. If there's anything, please contact me," the Herald Tribune shook Pierre's hand, giving him a piece of paper and a black card in Anelle's hand.

"Is this General?" Anelle was shocked to receive a black card.

The name of the famous bank is clearly visible, with an eight-digit password number and the personal telephone number of the General Herald Tribune.

Herald smiled faintly, "This is the card to meet your son's needs during this time. We have provided all the best facilities, because your son is the best military we have. Please help and cooperate."

The Herald passed by leaving the treatment room, unwilling to mince words. Pierre and Anelle looked at each other in confusion.

"I'm afraid Pierre, don't let our son do something we don't know," Anelle hugged her husband again, as she watched the Herald and Patrick leave the room.

Pierre was a little curious, muttering in his heart, "What is this, why are they begging me?"

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